I have a vision, I see a fly in the ointment!
Keep your eyes open, so you won’t miss on opportunities, but don’t forget to wear your glasses, to avoid other things getting in. (Remember Aeon Flux, the cartoon series?)
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Somebody bring the toilet paper
Shitty day yesterday. Work felt like a forced blow job. I had to take my time until one thirty in the morning today. When the guy at the non-stop, those of you who have no clue about non-stop,
there was a pretty good reference here, was listening to damn “manele” so loud I couldn’t hear my thoughts. My wake up call was the drilling machine neighbour. Still have not figured which neighbour.
En garde
I am again pleasantly entangled in my work.
Too much coffee
I read in Webster’s that histamine is an amine, C5H9N3, lowers the blood pressure and stimulates gastric secretion. Which would explain me drinking two mugs of coffee already. I usually drink only one cup. The rest is tea. While the coffee is responsible for the pictures I shot this morning. Sorry, not much happening this early! Which reminds me of the horrid stories in the news these days:
a guy hurled his kids and himself out of the window; he was vacationing.
A German kid stabbed some 30 people, one of the first victims was HIV positive.
Another major earth quake strikes an already impoverished nation of the world.
The weather report, about 7 am
At four I woke up and was hit by a rare insomnia crisis slash allergy attack. I have been scratching my eyes ever since. And I am writing a hell of a project in the meanwhile. Struck by inspiration and histamine.
Your cue
Take five, look at the sky. How long has been since you last did that?
The adventures of a feather in never-neverland
There must be a country where never say never
Bringing color to your world
I am washing dishes, I am writing novels. De iure, de facto. What is, what should be. So, because somebody has to do my dishes, while I was doing them I wrote, as usual, a novel. Well, actually not a full novel, but some philosophical piece, some self-biographical shit, a couple of short stories. The moment I am done, my words and writings in my head evaporate as well. But, at least, I have been busy as a bee and somehow similarly productive. I even cleaned the keyboard and the windows in the living room. Those really needed the job. The dust has been layered on them for the past twelve months or so.
When it’s happening I don’t have time, when it’s not I cannot be bothered to write
I am numb with work, went to sleep at 2 am. Even last night, during the superb Buena Vista “The Havana Lounge” concert I had moment when I was relapsing into work related thoughts. He woke me up to give me homework, and I will take my revenge, wearing one of his t-shirts. I was dreaming a weird dream featuring one of my remote headquarters’ bosses. Today promises to be intense and the clouds are gathering for the first summer storm. I am going to wear my white trousers.
Bleah
I am hot, and tired, and unguided. Plus I am allergic. Don’t be surprised I have not posted in a week.
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